Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(111)

"Then I want you warmed up for it," he continues to speak, moving his  finger in and out of me at a urgent pace. It feels like my mind is  slowly fading, every single thought inside my head being replaced with  the echo of lust and ecstasy. Then, I feel the crackle of electricity  inside of me and --

"OH GOD!" I shout, throwing my head back again and burying my  fingernails in his back. By now I bet that he looks as if he has spent  the night fighting a leopard. A very sexy leopard, mind you. "Your  cock … " I find myself saying, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and  pulling them down with such a violence that he groans. "I want your  cock. Right now." I curl my fingers around his shaft and, losing no  time, I start moving my hand up and down his long inches, stroking him  as he slowly slides his two fingers out of my pussy.

With a groan, he rolls to the side and sits down by my side, his cock  slipping out of my fingers as he sits. Moving like a wild cat, I slip  down from the couch and go down to my knees in front of him, reaching  with both my hands for his mast. Grabbing it, I start to stroke him  again, my hands moving so fast that they become a blur.

Completely hypnotized by his cock, I start leaning in. I part my lips and --

"I'm so sorry!" Mistress Strokes yells from behind the couch, her still  wet hair clinging to her forehead. She has a long towel wrapped around  her body, much like I did before, and her mouth is hanging open as she  takes in the scene. "I didn't …  I didn't know you guys were …  I'm so  sorry!"

The old feelings from Lester's apartment come back. I know she's not  going to sleep with Austin. And she's not going to take him away.

But why am I getting excited thinking of having her join us?

Why does it feel so naughty?

Without even thinking, I smile at her. "Don't be sorry," I tell her, my  brain buzzing with the possibilities. Austin gave me a night I will  never forget when he pulled me into Python's stage, so I'm going to give  him something he won't forget anytime soon either …  "Come here,  Mistress," I tell her as I go up to my feet, peeling my fingers off  Austin's cock. I walk around the couch and grab her by the hand, guiding  her back to where I was kneeling. She comes after me, completely  stunned, but then her eyes widen as they find Austin's enormous cock.

"Oh, God," she mutters, and my smile becomes even wider.

"That's right," I whisper, looking at Austin's cock as well. I still  can't believe that this is my man. I usually don't like to share,  although I don't mind being shared, but I'm going to open an exception  right now. Because, well, this is Mistress Strokes. After what just  happened between the three of us, this seems like a fitting ending to  our night.

I grab her towel and tug on it, forcing her to let go. It slides off her  body easily, leaving her naked. Austin just looks from Strokes to me,  and then raises one eyebrow. Are you sure? the look on his face seems to  ask me, and I grin at him. I'm more than sure.

Holding her by the hand, I go to my knees and pull her down. She buckles  under her own weight and joins me in the floor. Still holding her hand,  I guide it toward Austin's cock and we wrap our fingers around his  shaft at the same time. She's looking as his gigantic shaft as if she's  in a trance, and I can tell that she's loving every second of it. She  never thought she'd have a chance with Austin …  But now here I am, giving  her something that most women can dream of, a moment with a perfect  man.         

     



 

We stroke him at the same time, my hand on top of hers, and we start  going so fast that Austin starts to groan. "Fuck," he whispers, throwing  his head back and closing his eyes. I take the chance to lean into me  and, this time without anyone left to stop me, I part my lips and tilt  my head to the side. I press my mouth against his shaft, and my heart  starts beating faster as Strokes joins me, placing her lips on other  side of his cock. We lock eyes for an instant, and I can see that we are  in sync; right now, our purpose is to please Austin, to make him feel  something that he has never felt before.

"Oh, fuck," he groans again, and we start sliding our lips up and down  his cock. I take the lead and wrap my lips around his cock; moving  slowly, I open my mouth as wide as I can and push his cock inside of me.

Strokes takes a supporting role, going down to the base of his cock and  then further down; she opens her mouth and sucks one of his balls in,  rolling it around her mouth. Somehow, she manages to open her mouth so  wide that she fits his two balls inside of her, sucking eagerly. That  just makes me want to go harder; I start bobbing my head up and down as  fast as I can, rolling my lips over his mast in such a way that the  muscles around my neck start to cramp up. But I don't let that stop me,  oh, no. I go even harder, pushing past all my limitation until I can  barely move.

"I …  need …  to …  fuck you," Austin breathes out, placing his hands on top  of my head and forcing me to stop. Moving so fast that his movements  become a blur, he goes up to his feet, making his balls pop out of  Strokes' mouth. He reaches for my hands and, grabbing me, pulls me up to  my feet and then throws me down on the couch. He doesn't even wait a  second; he climbs on top of me, pressing his body on mine, and guides  his cock right where it belongs. I let out a wild moan as I feel his  cock parting my inner lips, and then strain against my insides as he  slides it inside of me with one anxious thrust.

He holds his position for a few seconds, the tip of his cock pressing  deep inside of me, and then slides out slowly; that, of course, just so  he can thrust again. And that's exactly what he does: he thrusts in one  hurried movement, his shaft burying itself inside of me and he starts  building up a rhythm.

I cross my legs around his waist and, burying my fingernails on his  back, I succumb to the movement of his hips. My eyes are closed and,  even though, I'm trying to open them, it seems that my eyelids are so  heavy it's a miracle I have ever opened my eyes.

"It's …  so good," I moan, my nerve endings firing off and setting in  motion a chain reaction. There's a chemical whirlwind inside my body,  endorphins raging through my bloodstream and blending in with  adrenaline, and I know where all this leads to, one mind bending orgasm.

"It is," Austin agrees, placing one hand on my cheek. I open my eyes to  look at him, and a mellow smile takes over my lips. It's almost hard to  believe that this is real isn't? By all means, I shouldn't have gotten  an happy ending like this. But, when everyone thought of me like a  poster girl for disaster, the world turned around on its axis and gave  me a chance.

"You're everything to me, Austin," I tell him, losing myself in his  eyes. It's true; forget about money, fame or what have you. All I need  in this world is for him to stay by my side.

"So are you, babe," he smiles back at me. But then his tender smile  starts widening and turning into a wicked grin; with a glint in his  eyes, he starts to thrust even harder than before, and my only response  is one hard scream. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and each time  that happens it almost feels Austin is going to rip me in two. But that  doesn't happen, of course what happens is that a violent scream claws  its way up my throat and, as pleasure explodes inside of me, I cry out  as loud as I can.

Fireworks go off inside my head, and I swear I can feel my bones rattle.  My muscles twitch and spasm, and it seems as if my spine is one fire.  Right now, my body is like a red hot piece of coal, and my only pressure  valve is the scream I'm unleashing. I don't even know for how long I  climax; all I know is that by the time the waves of pleasure start  calming down, my limbs feel as heavy as a slab of concrete. My legs fall  from around his waist, and even my arms slide out from around his neck.

"You okay, babe?" I hear Austin's voice coming at me as if he's in a whole different continent.

"I'm …  I'm good," I force myself to say, and then I grin at him. "I'm  good for more," I tell him, and he acts on it before I can even blink.  Still with his cock inside of me, he goes to his knees and, grabbing my  legs, pulls me closer. Then, before he even starts to thrust, he turns  to the side and looks at Strokes.

"Enjoying the show, are you?" Strokes! I almost forgot all about her.  Her eyes are glazed, and her mouth is slightly ajar, yeah, she's  enjoying the show alright. She's still on her knees, looking at us as if  she has never seen something so impressive in her whole life.

"You guys … " she starts saying, but she's at loss for words. But then her  eyes meet mine, and I know she still has a role to play.

"Come over," I whisper at her, sliding one hand down my stomach until my  fingers are right above my pussy. I place one fingertip over my clit  and, as I press down on it, I chomp on my lower lip and wink at her.